Then you’re ready for the main event―step into the blindingly white main
room of the old Vogue theater to find your table. And by table, we mean giant bed. Get your pillows
arranged and don’t worry about the menu. Because there isn’t one.

You’ll get four courses, but you won’t know whether you’re getting Bacon-Wrapped Pork Loin
until a screen rises to reveal what the chef is making you. Because, naturally, he’ll be doing his cooking
onstage.

And as restaurant-theater becomes nightclub-theater, the stage (and the floor, and the ceiling) will be
taken over by an always-changing mix of musicians, painters, DJs… and the occasional limber woman dangling
above the dance floor from a hula hoop.